Dangerous Compassions

it tolls for thee

Yesterday I got in the mail this necklace I lost at our friend’s house.  It had been found while dusting.  Wow, we never dust.

Lots to do.  I can’t find my stamps.  Well, I think I actually have a bonus stash.

This morning we serve the hungry.  This evening is a art thing.  Then is a party.  I have a card to write in.

Last night at political prisoner letter writing night I read aloud “For Whom the Bell Tolls.”  It’s good.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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